Whispers echo in this fractal embrace,
As one walks over the shivering edge.
Time, a companion less linear,
Creates paradox from silken threads.
Breathe in the pattern that births
A tunnel in a moment's caverns.
The entry and exit dwell together,
Tied in knots of almost-meaning.
In the quiet, observe the spirals speak,
Not with words, but silent melodies.
They sing of pasts and future's kiss,
In symbiosis with the now's masquerade.
Listen to the echoes
Follow the twirls